A Distant Memory

Chapter 13 - Hungover

I woke up to a harsh pounding on my head, my whole body hurt and my stomach was the worst of it all. I had many questions, but at the sight of a hand gripping my waist, I let a loud girly scream. Someone was in my goddamn bed.

Rose, shit.

Was she okay? did something happen to her?

When I tried to stand up, I couldn't because I had a fucking cast on my leg. The other person in my bed had already fallen off, it was Kiara.

Thank god.

"What the actual fuck happened last night Kiara?"

"First of all, Mr. Handsome dropped you off. Real caring. He did not leave until you were in your bed."

No.

"You're kidding?" I chuckled nervously.

No no no no.

"Marko fucking Anderson got me here? he saw me blackout fucking drunk?" 

"Geez girl, is 'fuck' the only curse word you know?" my friend rubbed the back of her head.

It may as well be.

I waited in silence for Kiara to continue, I wanted to ask her a lingering question that was on my mind.

"No, we did not fuck. No, you and Mr. Handsome did not fuck. Yes, Rose is fine, Mr. Handsome took her to school. Yes, I have your bodyguards making sure that Rose is safe. Yes, I told Maria that you would not be coming in today because last night you got hammered. Anything else?"

She quite literally just read my mind, I sighed in relief. "How the fuck-" I wanted to ask her about it, but she beat me to it; "Right after Mr. Handsome left you tried showing me how to do cartwheels and broke you foot, after taking you to the hospital and coming back here you said that you didn't want to sleep alone and asked me to sleep with you."

I laughed, "you know me so well" I sighed, calming down. "And it's gonna turn to past tense if every time you wake up hungover you push me out of the bed. I was comfy y'know?"

"I'm sorry, Ki" I pouted and tried to stand up to hug her, "Wait, you need your crutches, hold on" She groaned as she got up. Kiara handed me some crutches that were by the end of the bed.

"You're gonna have that thing on for a month and a half. Then a boot and then physical therapy. Please don't drink again" Kiara grabbed me by the waist and got me up

I didn't feel what I felt when Marko grabbed me by the waist.

I helped myself to my bed and plopped down on it. My head was throbbing, I needed some ibuprofen ASAP. "Here, have this" my best friend handed me two pills and a glass of water, she must've prepared it before hand. 

She was my goddamn best friend for something.

Then, as soon as I swallowed my pills, Kiara sat next to me. I could tell that she wanted to talk, but it was serious, so I opened my ears before she opened her mouth.

"Olivia, I'm not kidding when I say that the whole gun-attached-to-your-leg thing has to stop. You're safe, I promise. You're the owner of a billionaire brand and have bodyguards wherever you look, okay? I know that you're scared of getting kidnapped. It won't happen to you. When Rowan went missing..." she cleared her throat, my body tensed at his mention, "you didn't have this extreme security. Olivia, this has gotten so out of hand that Anderson handed me your gun and said that he thought that you were a danger to yourself"

"I'm sorry for your loss, Olivia. But-"

"He's not dead. He got kidnapped and the police are on it. Don't you dare say that he's dead" I muttered, my father was trying to hand me my baby, I refused. He put her back in her cradle and ripped my blanket from he, he was worried.